Rum & Cold Hook" is the eerie name of the largest tavern in the village of Biyes now.

It's full of craftsmen who have just finished work from construction sites all over the village, ready to relax, or young people looking for excitement. More conspicuous is a group of pilgrims dressed in simple linen robes and carrying walking sticks. A corner of the bar that is exceptionally quiet because of their presence. Of course, it may be possible to see the shadows of noble lords and noblewomen in such a downward tavern, but usually, this is a carnival of the people at the bottom, and any goods and "services" are more down-to-earth and more affordable.

Even though the shoulder garments and gold ornaments had been removed, the well-known proprietress could see at a glance that John and Sophia were not ordinary—mainly from their delicate velvet blouses and silk linings, of course.

"What do you two want to have? Roast pigeon has just come out of the oven and don't want to try it? There is also the taste of malt honey liqueur, which is the favorite thing of the rich nobles in the city! "It wasn't the tavern proprietress who came to greet the guests, but the gypsy dancer she thought she had just seen on the street. It seems that they are the so-called Gypsy naturalized people, who are now in charge of soliciting customers for the bar.

Watching the gypsy woman swaying in a flamboyant manner, Sophia instinctively squeezed John's waist again.

"A glass of mead...... Another glass of hot milk with some honey in it, my sister is too young to drink that. John took a half-step back, keeping a relatively safe distance from the young, handsome woman, "We can just sit in the lobby and don't need to prepare an extra private room." ”

"Sister?" The gypsy woman glanced at Sophia's delicate fingers and uttered a rather exotic mocking question in unskilled Greek.

"Guest, wait a minute, things will be ready immediately."

Before leaving, the girl specially exhaled hot air next to John's earlobe before leaving.

"That's why you have to come to the tavern? Just to see these good-looking gypsy girls? Then I'd better follow Morey to the manor for the night. Anyway, Evelet will pay for you in a moment! ”

"Don't make a fuss...... Look at the pilgrims. John shifted his chair to face the secluded corner, "See those guys?" Earlier, in the port of Yawir, they thought we were disembarking, and we talked to the harbour officer for a while, and we delayed a while, they must have just arrived in the village of Bijes......"

"A group of pilgrims, the territory of the empire is full of such devout believers. It should also be prepared to walk to Hagia Sophia for worship...... Or they have just returned from Jerusalem or Rome and are about to return home. It's just a road to cross, what's so strange. ”

"Just after Christmas...... At this time, pilgrims come to a small place like Bijes. The monks will not run into the tavern if they are fine," and as she said this, the gypsy woman staggered over again and placed a glass of wine and milk on the table.

"Ma'am, could you please do me a favor?" John grabbed the wrist of the gypsy woman who was about to leave, but he didn't expect her to fall into John's arms like this. It's not that John doesn't want to suffer this blessing, there is a vinegar jar Sophia staring at him in front of him, and then there is a chest injury that has not healed, when this girl falls, John is definitely more painful than enjoyable.

"Little master, do you have any orders?" This time, the gypsy woman spoke Latin, and she seemed to have come from Bohemia, with some accent from there.

"If you don't mind, can you get up first?"

So the gypsy woman rubbed against John's chest for a long time before she stood up with grace: "Little master, you drink first...... It's going to be a few hours before we have time to receive private guests...... Oh, I'll call the other girls over, that's not my service. ”

"You may be mistaken...... John pulled out a dozen small silver coins. It was delivered to the gypsy woman, and then pointed to the pilgrims in the corner.

"These dozen broken silver coins are the deposit for this job."

"A bunch of shriveled old men? Little master, to receive other foreign guests, to increase the price. The gypsy woman was disgusted as she shoved the silver coins into her pocket.

"I didn't let you do anything else. You ask them where they came from and where they are going. It's a simple thing to do, right? As long as you ask, no matter what method you use, I'll give you an extra Jinducat. ”

"Kim Ducat!" Her eyes instantly lit up with a strange light. For a moment, John wondered if she might be a Jewish woman.

Gypsy women, though passionate and crazy, for the most part, value chastity quite much, even as something higher than life. Although all this was a custom when they were still living in the Gypsy tribe, it did not mean that the Gypsy women would not respect their original customs after being naturalized by the Empire. For the woman in front of him, John didn't mean to discriminate.

"Plus, if you can ask them for details, don't make them suspicious, and even have a crush on you, you'll get another Jinducat."

"You are really my lucky little master! Rest assured, I'll be back soon...... Oh yes, my name is Kalujie, don't forget to call me if you have any good work in the future. Kalujie smiled like a blooming irise, "I'll thank you in advance for these two gold ducats." ”

After putting the tray down, Carujie "tidied up" her collar and walked to the group of missionaries who were only drinking with their heads bored.

"Brother...... Do you want to develop an intelligence spy or something? I've said this kind of thing makes me ......."

"Shhhhh......h If this gypsy woman named Kalujie really had the talent to be a spy, she shouldn't have used the few pounds of flesh on his chest. It's about finding another way...... Tsk, this wine is salted......"

"So your attention is still on the two taels of meat on her chest?"

However, the next plot is completely different from what Sophia thinks. Kalujie simply took a lute from the corner of the bar and walked to the pilgrims with a lonely expression.

It seemed that the two sides had only communicated briefly, and Kalujie plucked the strings. When she spoke, John's jaw dropped even more!

Orthodox hymns! It's an Orthodox hymn! This tune sounds like the universal jubilation of later generations, and it should also belong to one of the holiday carols, and the strange thing is that this tune actually flows out of the mouth of a gypsy woman so sacredly, combined with ordinary folk instruments, and that's it, and there is a bit of holiness in the song.

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